Jorghan furrowed his brows, confused as to why he was starting another one with him and wondering who he was again.
He replied, his tone dismissive.
"Power is the only truth that matters. Everything else is decoration."
"Is it?"
Aetheus stepped forward slightly, his posture relaxed but his presence intensifying.
"Then tell me, with all your strength, can you change the nature of tradition? Can you rewrite centuries of clan law through force alone? Can you make others follow you without understanding why they should?"
"If the power is overwhelming enough, yes," Jorghan replied without hesitation.
"People follow strength. They respect what can destroy them. Everything else is weakness dressed as wisdom."
A murmur rippled through the gathered elves.
This wasn't casual conversation anymore. It took a swift turn into an argument of power balance between the two of them.
